Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

Cara’s pov

Traffic was pretty hectic and it took us longer to get to his place. Sergio and the boys were waiting at the entrance when we arrived and I was suddenly sheepish when I met their stern looks.

“You gave us quite the scare, Signorina.” Sergio said.

“You should be a spy for the government.” Nino mumbled.

My face flushed pink and I raised my chin with indignance. “Nice to see you too boys. I won’t ask you if you missed me because I know you did.”

They stared at me blankly but I knew they were fighting off a snort or a sneer for their boss’ benefit. If not Sergio, definitely Nino.

Luca dismissed them not before giving them a list of instructions I didn’t understand then we headed inside.

“They won’t get in trouble because of me right?” I had to ask because if I remembered correctly, they’d gotten into some kind of hot water the time Mr Edwards thrashed my apartment.

“No. Only because they weren’t on guard duty that night.”

Well that was relieving, I didn’t want to be responsible for several severed pinkies. And it wasn’t just because I didn’t want that on my conscience, I liked the boys too much to let that happen to them.

I was hit with a strange feeling of completion when Luca pushed the “PH” button.

He turned to me and captured my lips, kissing me all through the ride up, biting and soothing, nibbling and licking, the both of us going feral for the same thing him deeply lodged inside me.

Luca stepped out first when the elevator opened to his foyer and beckoned for me, smoky eyes burning as he waited for me to take his outstretched hand.

I did, excitement spiking across my chest as let him lead me to the living room. A certain kind of content came over me as I took in the familiar planes of the place. I’d missed being here, with Luca, doing all sorts of other things asides living.

“It was never the same without you.” Luca said, bringing me to look at him.

I licked my lip at the earnest light to his eyes. “Take me to the bedroom.” I basically pleaded.

I was lifted off my feet and carried up the stairs, wedding style. Luca devoured my lips as he whisked me into the bedroom, growing more fervent as he settled me into the large, soft bed.

“Strip for me baby.” He rasped, his gaze eating me up as I began to unbutton my shirt dress. I finished with the last button and shrugged it off, never feeling as desirable as I did right now. Luca was going to scorch me clean with the lust in his pools of grey.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“I missed this perfect body so much.” He said in a throaty voice, taking in my red two piece lingerie in appreciation.

I eyed his fully clothed body. “I missed yours too.” Just because I was feeling naughty, I added, “especially your c0ck.”

Luca’s smile was amused. He spread my legs apart and positioned his hips between them, his eyes blazing as he stared at my swollen breasts. “You love my c0ck. It’s an obsession.”

“Won’t get any denial from me.”

I moaned when he popped a boob out of my lingerie cup, kneading the swell of flesh with his calloused palm.

“Your tits are the most beautiful pair. So ripe and responsive and fucking perfect.” He twisted the jutting nipple, sending goosebumps rippling across my heated skin. “When you were just newly introduced to the family, I used to stare at them all the time, wondering what it’d be like to take them in my mouth and suck on them, what it’d be like to fuck them with my c0ck.”

I moaned again, his words driving me insane. It was a wonder how he could say such filthy things while looking at me like I hung the sun.

He dropped down to the flushed flesh, rolling his hot, wet tongue around my areola.

I bucked against his lips. “Oh…”

His breath was hot against the wet skin when he spoke again, “I used to obsessively fantasize about them but nothing beats the real thing. None of my fantasies could hold a candle to how you actually taste and feel.”

An embarrassing whimper left my mouth when he went back to sucking and licking me, his hand reaching for the other boob and yanking it out of the lacy cup. I gripped his hair as he switched to it, giving it the same exquisite pleasure he’d given the first.

Eyes shut, I sighed. “Oh, Luca.”

“So succulent and sweet. They tease my tongue.” Once he’d left that one wet and aching as well, he drew away from me, dark excitement in his expression. “I want to watch you play with them and your pussy.”

I was caught off guard. “Like now?”

“Yes, bambina. Touch yourself for me.”

I moistened my lips, unclasping my bra and discarding it before my hands tentatively came up to my sensitive mounds. I squeezed and I kneaded, watching Luca watch me.

It was the hottest thing.

Desire bloomed hotter and my hands grew bolder, I reached for my pussy and stroked, bucking slightly at the contact, swollen with need.

Hooking my fingers underneath my thong, I ripped it down till it hung from one ankle and then I went back to touching myself, drawing pleasure from my hands and Luca’s heated gaze.

“Fuck! Bambina.” Luca growled when I started to finger myself, working my walls like a drill.

His hand found his fly and he got out of his briefs and pants, his erection jutting at my erection. I wanted to fist it and shove it inside me.

He did away with the rest of his clothes and I feasted my eyes on his celestial body, his sculpted torso, thick shoulders, narrow waist and yet again, his impressive c0ck.

I feasted my eyes on all of him, the sight better than watching porn. My fingers moved faster.

He stroked himself, his pace soon matching my frantic fingers. “Who do you think of when you rub your pretty clit.”

My answer came without hesitation. “You.”

“Whose mouth do you imagine eating your pink pussy lips?”

I was nearing heaven. “Yours,” I said with a small cry.

“Whose c0ck do you want plowing in and out of it?” Luca said between grunts, his hips thrusting into his strokes, tiny drops of semen spilling out of his engorged crown.

That did it for me.

“Mmmm, yours. Yours Luca, only yours.” I cried aloud as my pussy quivered around my fingers. I drew them out and worked my vulva like a DJ, hips lifting off the bed, following my sky high orgasm. The second one and Luca was yet to fuck me.

He stopped touching himself, watching me as I came undone. “So freaking sexy, so gorgeous and amazing.” He praised and I was hot all over again.

Praise kink, slut kink, everything the man did was a massive turn on.

He sat back on his haunches. Cupping the back of my neck, he pulled me up to his hard body and seized my willing lips. Our tongues together, doing a mating dance.

“I have to take you now or I’d explode.” He said in a hoarse breath, hooking an arm under one thigh to lift me towards him and then he pushed inside me.

Home, we found home.

I wrapped the leg he wasn’t holding around his narrow waist. The gesture leaving me completely levitated from the bed. My hands crawled up his back and held on tightly as he drove into me with slow, languid thrusts that rattled my senses and soothed my core.

“Ever so wet, ever so tight, ever so mine.” Luca drawled at my ear.

“Deeper, I want it deeper.” I begged, my nails digging into his back. If they caused him pain, he gave no reaction.

“And you’ll get it baby. You’ll get anything you want. I’d give you anything you want.”

The promise caused me to whimper sound unintelligible, along with the deep drives of hips than followed. Luca’s free hand, sneaked into my hand and held firmly, keeping my head in place as we stared intensely at each other.

I was a fiery ball of sensations, slave to the beautiful feel of him stretching me out, filling me, completing me. The point where we were joined slowly faded, leaving two completely fused bodies, now made one. I felt what he felt and he felt what I did.

“There’s no such thing as this, no such thing as you. There never will be.” Luca was saying.

I lifted my hips even higher, wanting more, needing more. Crazed for him.

“You make me feel like I’ve just begun living.” The confession slipped out of my lips before I could stop it.

Surprise crept into Luca’s eyes, lighting them up with unmistakable delight. Then they darkened, tainted with an expression that sent my heart palpitating in my chest.

With a grunt, his thrusts grew forceful, more desperate yet holding on to the steady pace. My forehead collapsed to his, my eyes coming closed, more pleasure induced nonsense, spilling out of my lips.

“No, bambina. Open your eyes, watch what you do to me, watch me love you.”

Tears brewed in my eyes and I couldn’t fight the sob that broke out. “Oh, Luca…”

I ate up the sight of his gorgeous face, his hungry, hooded eyes, his sexy lashes, his beautiful lips begging to be kissed. Sweat matted his hair to his forehead and trickled down his temple.

He was mine, this greek god of a mafia boss with thousands at his command belonged to me. God had looked down on my pitiful life and decided to bless me with him. I suddenly knew I didn’t want to ever let him go and I’d bury anything that would jeopardize that, including my past.

I leaned in and sucked hard on his bottom lip, loving as he groaned like a feral bear.

“Damn it woman,” he hissed with a thrust. “You-” thrust, “fucking-” thrust, “consume-” thrust, “me.”

I moaned aloud, scratching at his back as I threw my head back. “Fuck, yes. Fuck me just like that. I want to come on your c0ck.”

His grip on my hair tightened and his mouth found my neck. I bucked when he bit down. “Then come baby. Come apart on this c0ck begging for your pleasure, needy for your love. Come so hard your sweet pussy hole stays forever marked by me. Come for me amore mio.”

Pleasure, blazing and shattering crashed through like a terrible storm.

Rapturous, scalding, devastating.

I cried out like a possessed woman going through an exorcism. Shudders pulsing throughout my body like the spirits plaguing me.

“I fucking adore you.” Luca growled aloud as I fisted and quaked around him. Over and over and over again.

I held on tight as his own release exploded, a low bellow bursting from his chest. His thick cock jerked inside me repeatedly, emptying into me.

“Keep it coming.” Luca rasped against my neck when I kept convulsing around him. “Keep milking me, fuck!”

The eruptions lasted another minute and Luca doesn’t stop fucking me through until the very last. Another cry wrenched from my chest as I arched into him.

We collapsed to the mattress, Luca dropping gently on top of me.

“My God, bambina.” He said through pants, brushing kisses all over my face.

I listened breathlessly as he began murmuring in Italian, understanding not the words but the passion in his tone. He rolled to the side, pulling me along. I scooted into him, my hand splayed on his hard, heaving chest.

“Ti amo.”

I didn’t realize what I’d said even when he stilled immediately and drew back. The shock permeating his features gave it away.

“What did you just say?” He whispered softly, searching my expression with him smoky eyes.

I bit down on my lips as if to stop myself from speaking.

Noting my reluctance, he went back to spooning, shockingly letting it go. “You will say it again, that I know.” He said with so much conviction.

I burrowed deeper into his chest, giving no reply. I didn’t need to, it was clear that the both of us knew he was right.